The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 603

Her ideal target was someone like Hawthorne or at the very least, someone in the league of Layne Everhart.

Both men came from old families, carrying an effortless sense of refinement that came from generations of privilege and legacy. That kind of innate nobility simply couldn't be matched by the nouveau riche or the kids of families who'd only struck it rich a few generations back.

So after a round of polite conversation, Leonie's impression of Ethan was lukewarm at best. There was nothing about him that stood out.

Gwyneth made casual small talk, but she couldn't quite figure out what was on Leonie's mind.

Leonie abruptly cut off Ethan's easygoing chatter. “Cousin, can you come to the restroom with me?"

Gwyneth immediately got the hint. She stood up, offered Ethan a quick apology, and he caught on, giving them a gracious smile as they left.

Once they turned the corner, Leonie led Gwyneth straight to the restaurant's entrance and shook her head.

"So, he's not your type?"

That gesture said it all.

"Too

nodded. "Got it. I'll go

"Thanks."

"I'll wait here for you, so

herself the awkwardness by making Gwyneth do the rejecting was perfectly fine in

of thing before. She didn't have any special feelings for Ethan Sutherland, but having to turn someone down directly made her

she'd never play the

content, silently counting down in her head. Once she got to a hundred, she'd go

fiddled with her fingers-until she suddenly spotted someone heading toward

oddly familiar. Leonie squinted, and her

Uncle Hawthorne?

be in Echo City

she needed to get back to Gwyneth if Uncle Hawthorne caught her

all, she didn't

break out in a cold sweat, frozen at the restaurant's entrance,

on a giant mascot handing out flyers outside the

a clumsy, oversized mascot wobbled into the restaurant. It was still early, so the place wasn't crowded, and